I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 382 Horror

"Master, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Qin Yao's huge figure flew down like a leaf, and Athena behind her let go of Zhang Ling's waist, and the toes of the two women touched the ground at the same time.

"To be honest, the poor monk doesn't want to see the benefactor at this moment." Bomi said seriously.

Qin Yao chuckled: "Master can leave at any time, we promise not to stop you."

Bomi shook his head and sighed: "The poor monk has made an agreement with Benefactor Ge to protect him well before his life is over."

Qin Yao: "Master and Ge Changshou should not be relatives or relatives, right?"

"Of course, the poor monk only has one daughter." Bomi nodded.

"It's not relative, not reason. The agreement between you should be based on money, right?" Qin Yao smiled silently, and stretched out three fingers to the monk in the Western Regions: "No matter how much money Changshouzi pays, I will pay him three times." , how about asking master to help bring out the longevity boy?"

Bomi: "..."

It was the first time I saw such an arrogant person, and I didn't know how to deal with it for a while!

"Sorry benefactor, I can't break the contract." After a long time, Bomi stabilized his mind and said sincerely.

"Five times." Qin Yao popped out the remaining two fingers.

Bomi: "..."

Five Buddhist halls, isn't this a temple together?
Pity……

Shaoyan, he gritted his back molars and said, "Benefactor, don't add more money, the poor monk will not betray his persistence just because of interests."

Qin Yao was in awe, and silently gave up the idea of ​​adding ten times, and cupped his hands and said, "I admire the integrity of the master."

Bomi breathed a sigh of relief, a thin layer of sweat already appeared on his forehead.

Regret and fear intertwined in his heart, so that he didn't know what to say for a while...

But if Qin Yao just ignored his obstruction and added a little more, the ending might not be the same.

"Master, you and I are all entrusted to others, and we have no enmity. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve an enemy than to end it. How about we stop?" Qin Yao raised his head and glanced at the stone pagoda behind the father and daughter, narrowing his eyes slightly .

"How did it end?" Bomi asked curiously.

"You and I fight a game."

Qin Yao said calmly: "If you win, I will turn around and leave with my people.

If I win, you will back away and stop meddling in the matters between us and Changshouzi.

Isn't the agreement between you and him to protect him with all your strength, and to defeat me with all your strength is equivalent to fulfilling the agreement.

Even if you failed to do it in the end, you have done what you should have done. It is fate, so you can finally be worthy of your heart, right? "

Bomi: "..."

Can you still play like this?

From the point of view of the agreement, I can't fault it, but I always feel that something is wrong.

"Master, don't hesitate..."

Qin Yao said sincerely, "I guess you don't want to fight me desperately just to make an agreement with him, do you?"

Bomi is not alone, he also has a lovely and kind daughter.

People, once you have a concern, you will have a weakness, and if you have a weakness, you will cherish your life.

Bomi really didn't want to fight desperately with Qin Yao, so under his continuous bewitching, he silently clenched the skeleton Zen stick in his hand and said in a low voice, "Almsgiver, as long as you promise the poor monk one condition, the poor monk will agree to your appointment." fight."

"What conditions?" Qin Yao asked decisively.

"If the poor monk loses, I don't care if you take yang energy, but I am determined not to kill Master Ge Changshou." Bomi said.

This is the last life-saving lock he put on Ge Changshou. As long as the other party agrees and does it in person, he will have no worries.

Having said that, Qin Yao didn't really care about Ge Changshou's life or death.

After all, he and Ge Changshou have no personal grievances, and the previous intersection was not even considered unpleasant, and there was no desire to kill each other urgently at all...

Therefore, he smiled slightly: "Okay. Since the master said so, how can I not give face? No matter what the result is today, I promise not to take the initiative to harm Ge Changshou's life."

"Goodness is goodness."

There was a trace of gratitude in Bomi's eyes. He raised one hand, put it in front of him, and bowed to Qin Yao: "Everyone is their master. My request is indeed a bit too much. Thank you for your forgiveness."

Qin Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, we are not our own masters, we are just entrusted by others, and it is just a matter of loyalty. In other words, no one can be our master."

Bomi smiled slightly, with a kind attitude: "I made a mistake... Donor, let's start."

"Master, be careful." Qin Yao suppressed his smile, raised his arms, and slapped a palm in the air, and the pale golden Buddha palm phantom moved forward at a high speed, rushing towards Bomi's body.

Before the palm print arrived, the wind of the palm moved first, and the strong air flow violently stirred up Bomi's large monk's robe.

At that time in the restaurant, Bomi had experienced the tough and powerful palm technique of the opponent, and now he did not dare to meet with his bare hands, so he raised his skeleton Zen staff and hit the golden palm phantom fiercely.

"boom."

The palms collided, and the phantom of the golden palm suddenly exploded, and the aftermath was turbulent, blowing dust all over the courtyard.

"Offended, Prajna Paramita!"

Bomi waved his sleeves, and a red silk flew out of his sleeves like lightning, wrapping around Qin Yao's body like a red dragon.

Qin Yao frowned, and turned his palms to hit Hong Ling, but the Arhat's Golden Palm, which was extremely rigid and powerful, felt no force when it hit Hong Ling, and Hong Ling walked around the golden palm as soon as he turned, and continued to rush towards him .

"Whoosh."

As the red silk got closer, Qin Yao suddenly disappeared without warning.Hong Ling rushed to his original position, raised her head high, and kept changing directions, as if a snake was looking for a target.

"Shh."

"bass."

In the next second, Qin Yao appeared behind Bomi like a ghost, and the long knife in his hand flew towards the opponent's neck.

"Dad~~"

The girl in Miaojiang costume couldn't help exclaiming.

"boom."

Bomi turned the Zen staff in his hand and stood upright behind him. The blade with the endless cold light cut on the Zen staff, and made a series of long metal trills.

"Qiang..." Qin Yao turned his wrist, and the blade caught on the Zen stick and slashed towards Bomi's palm.

The cold sweat on Bomi's body was frightened, and before he could take back his Zen staff, he immediately let go of his hands and quickly backed away.

Flying back, he clasped his hands together, formed a seal, pointed in Qin Yao's direction, and shouted: "Prajna Paramita!"

Qin Yao's body turned in a circle in the air, and disappeared in place again when his toes touched the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The moment his figure disappeared, explosions occurred simultaneously in the air and on the ground at the original position, and sparks shot out, deafening.

"Escape from the ground?!"

Bomi maintained the seal gesture, slowly closed his eyes, and his ears were shaking slightly.

Suddenly.

He heard a gust of wind, and he raised his hand and slapped it in that direction.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Qin Yao, who jumped out, swung his sword like a curtain, cutting off all the magic seal beams.

Bomi opened his eyes, looked around, pointed at the stone table in the courtyard, and then drew an arc in the air with his finger, pointing at Qin Yao again.

"call……"

In an instant, the stone table flew up into the air, following the arc drawn by his finger, and slammed into Qin Yao fiercely.

"Crack."

Qin Yao split the stone table in half with a knife. Taking advantage of this time gap, Bomi stretched out his hand to attract the Zen staff not far away, and raised the Zen staff to block the cutting blade.

bang bang bang bang bang...

Holding weapons in hand, the two fought faster and harder, and Bomi became more and more frightened...

He is a divine monk of the Western Regions, not to mention his strength is the best in the Western Regions, at least he is a hero of the land. How come he just came to the Central Plains, and he can be [-]/[-] with any monk he meets?

Central Plains China, so terrifying? ? !
After fighting extremely fast for more than half an hour, Qin Yao was still fierce and fierce, with sharp knives and knives, but Bomi couldn't bear it anymore...

After all, he is old, and it is okay to compete in mana, but it is better to compete in endurance...

"Prajnaparamita!!!"

Bomi shouted loudly, knocked Qin Yao back with a critical blow, opened the distance, and quickly raised his hand to make handprints on the skeleton Zen stick.

"boom."

When he finished the last mudra and threw the Zen staff into the air, the skull on the Zen staff suddenly burst into flames. In a blink of an eye, the flames condensed into a flaming skull, opened its mouth that was flowing with fire, and swallowed it in the air. To Qin Yao.

Qin Yao silently put away the Zhanshen Saber, put his hands together, and with a thought, a huge golden arhat suddenly appeared behind him. He punched sideways and hit the skull's big mouth with a bang. The golden light rippling and sparks splashed everywhere. .

"Snapped."

Qin Yao clasped his hands together, his face was solemn, and his expression was calm, but the golden body in mid-air turned into a glaring arhat, punching one after another on the skull, and the skull flew back again and again, and finally the whole face collapsed completely , the flame skull burst, and the core weapon, the skull Zen staff, was grasped by the golden Arhat in his hand, and he threw it down casually, deeply inserted into the ground in front of Bomi.

On the ground, there was only one skull left.

"I lost..." Bomi's body trembled, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.

Qin Yao exhaled slowly, separated his hands, and dispersed the Arhat Dharma: "Certificate."

"Father." The little girl in Miaojiang costume rushed to Bomi's side, stretched out her hand to help him up, her face was full of panic.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." After getting up, Bomi patted the girl's arm lightly, and smiled towards Qin Yao: "This is my daughter, Bobo."

Qin Yao nodded and praised: "Very beautiful."

Bomi: "???"

Bobo's cheeks were slightly red, and he didn't dare to look at Qin Yao for a moment.

In the place where they lived, there was no one who spoke so bluntly.

In fact, in this era, apart from local hooligans, ordinary people seldom praise others like this.

Under normal circumstances, to praise the beauty of a woman who has only met once, will definitely be regarded as frivolous.

But in the eyes of Bo's father and daughter, the man in front of him doesn't look like a frivolous person, so a simple compliment made them think a lot...

Qin Yao didn't know the reason, and didn't care why the father and daughter suddenly fell silent. He pointed to the Jiucheng stone pagoda and said, "Master Bomi, if I'm not wrong, Ge Changshou should be in this stone pagoda, right?"

(End of this chapter)